Page 32 of Not Your Shoe Size

With a humiliated whimper, she pulled herself off him and fell between his knees. When she sucked, her mouth was hot and desperate, and Ty was sure he could feel thin tears falling onto his pelvic bone. He kept his gaze on the cricket. He tried to sip the whiskey, but it tasted sour. He returned his focus to Kate. “That’s it, keep sucking. That’s where you belong.”

A hard graze on the side of his cock. Whether by accident or deliberately, she’d scraped him with her teeth. Ty gave an exaggerated hiss. “The fuck was that?”

Kate pulled back, eyes full of tears. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“Not as sorry as I am. What good are you if you can’t even suck cock?”

“I don’t know, Daddy.”

Ty gripped her chin. “I can send you to boarding school, Katie. Somewhere far away. I can do that and then I can get a new little girl to play with me while I watch cricket.”

A tear trailed down her cheek. “I know. I can do better, I promise.”

Ty paused. He and Kate had done and said things like this before, playing with ownership and jealousy, but she didn’t usually respond to things like this with tears. She got sulky, giving him an opportunity to punish her more. But she might be too turned on to contradict him. He rubbed a thumb over her lower lip. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty, princess. I’m going to give you another chance. Ride me again, faster this time.”

Kate stumbled to her feet and settled on him, gripping his thighs for balance.

“Hurry up, baby.” Ty planted a kiss on her neck. “Be a good little whore.”

“I will. I will, I promise.” Kate bounced on him, soaking him with the confirmation she was enjoying this. When her whimpers grew high and whistling, he knew she was close. He tapped her hip. “You like how it feels?”

She nodded furiously.

“That’s good. You’re being such a good girl. If you keep being good, Daddy will take you out for pancakes.”

Kate stopped dead, half sunk down on his cock. Ty’s jaw stiffened. What the hell was wrong? He was riffing; the last time they’d gone out for a late-night meal, it had been to Pancake Parlour for milkshakes and short stacks, the two of them kissing and laughing among all the drunk people. Confused, he spanked her right thigh. “Did I say stop?”

She resumed bouncing on him at once, but Ty barely felt the pleasurable squeeze of her cunt.

That there was something rotten in Denmark. Kate wasn’t okay. A stilted attitude and a strange reaction to the mention of pancakes wasn’t much, but it wasn’t nothing. He’d been doing this for years and she’d never reacted to him like this. Something was wrong. But how was he supposed to pull them out of this? Kate had a safe word, but he didn’t. He wasn’t the one being put at physical or emotional risk. For the first time, he wondered if that was a mistake.

He didn’t want to hurt her. He’d feel like absolute shit if he did, but the stakes felt too high to stop. She was here on his orders, in a rented house he’d paid for instead of attending a work event. They were playing his game. He couldn’t quit.

Ty gripped Kate’s hips, halting her movements. “That’s enough. Take off your dress and lie across my knees.”

She turned, her eyes streaming tears. “Yes, Daddy. Hurt me, please.”

Ty’s stomach plummeted. He opened his mouth to tell her he didn’t think he could do it, and she scowled at him. “Don’t stop.”

Kate didn’t sound like her role-play self or his girlfriend. She sounded like an angry stranger, but she had a point; they weren’t done. He needed to keep going. He gripped her hair and pulled it. “I’ve changed my mind. You keep fucking me. Ride my cock until you come like the dirty slut you are.”

With a whimper of pain, Kate rocked back into him, grinding herself on his shaft.

Ty let her go for a minute, then pulled her away. “You’re useless.”

He stood, roughly arranging her so she was bent over the armchair. He pushed her lower back down and thrust his cock inside her.

Kate let out a low moan.

“Shut up,” Ty said. “I don’t want to hear you. I can’t believeIhave to fuckyou. It’s fucking pathetic.”

She pressed her face into the leather chair but couldn’t suppress the sound of her pleasure. Ty

could feel her tightening. She was getting closer. He gritted his teeth and fucked her faster. “You like that, little girl?”

“Yes,” Kate sobbed. “More, meaner.”

He laid a blistering slap on her backside. “You’re useless, you know that? Nothing but a set of holes for me to fuck, and even then, you’re barely worth the effort.”

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